Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
X-101,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.